This is a song about "Dani zuluaga with santi"

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Dueling with duality.

I make forty-some dollars a day

With unlimited leeway

I entered with, rendered with it,

I know the world been waiting for that

With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

Raised by a momma who, who

Die with hope, live with virtue

There's nothing this idiocy compares with,

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

You see him as a god

With rock, shock rap with doc